Rising Storm [ Ink!Sans x Reader ]

16. Things Go Horribly Wrong

The comedian was not going to lie, he did very much enjoy sleeping.

In fact it was all Error seemed to be doing much during these times. In his defence there wasn't much more to do but sleep since he had been forced into a makeshift truce with Nightmare, forced to sit back and watch as the universes were enslaved and bent to his rule. The only help that Error himself had offered was to work a trademark spell of his upon each and every universe, making it so that Nightmare could have eyes and ears upon the worlds to ensure that no form of rebellion sparked or kindled anywhere in all of creation.

Error was not fond of the truce he had been forced into, then again, anyone who had been forced to do something probably wouldn't enjoy it that much. But it wasn't the worst truce he had accepted. Perhaps the least of his favourites was the pact that he had accepted with the painter, forcing himself to sit back and watch while the universes continued to exist, bound by his honour to remain impassive while the artist had vowed to never again create another world to satisfy the comedian.

But even then that had proven too much to ask for when the X-Event had come and brought the whole of existence to its knees. And through a complicated series of events had Error and Ink managed to restore the multiverse to its proper order, but that was another story for another time.

Though looking back at it, Error couldn't really understand why anyone had wanted to save the multiverse, to bring back the universes that had been damned to rot and once more live in the festering cycle of creation and destruction. Sometimes the comedian thought it would be better to just wipe the whole board clean and leave it so that there was only one universe, the true and proper one.

Maybe that was just him.

It wasn't like anything was better after the happenings of the X-Event. Shortly after order had been restored, new enemies had made themselves known, slinking out of the shadows. Suddenly important figures had been found with their throats slit in the middle of their sleep, a pile of ash and dust the only thing to show for it. What had once been dreams of prosperity and hope withered into fear and blame as the forces that had once saved the multiverse began to point fingers, trying to figure out who was the traitor amongst their mix.

Ink and Dream had been all to quick to start throwing their blame on Error when things started going south. Sure, maybe Error had destroyed a few thousand universes during his career, slaughtered entire civilisations, but did that make him a bad guy? He thought what he was doing was best, the only way to secure a better future for the multiverse.

So Error had packed up his things, which was really only his puppet collection and a bar of chocolate, and headed out into the Void, not knowing where he was headed. He had run into a few things during his travels, a child with blank eyes who had tried to get him to join some universe they were building, which Error definitely did not like. How hard was it for people to understand that he didn't want to join their fan clubs and groups?

Eventually Error had ran into Nightmare, which was a surprise given that the king of shadow had contented himself with living in the dark with his serpents and demented followers. It didn't take Error too long to realise that Nightmare had been behind the attacks, killing a few supporters of Ink in the dark, sowing seeds of discontent amongst their ranks.

"They're falling apart," Nightmare had told him. "The old order, the rule of peace and prosperity has grown fat and the flower is starting to wilt. We're planting a new seed, starting a new reign that will better the multiverse. It needs a king who is willing to conquer, willing to rule with an iron fist to ensure that other universes like X-Tale don't step out of line."